Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Peter was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had spent four hours arguing with Fury, about what the government could and couldn't do. It involved Matt yelling, Pepper yelling, and a lot of legal speak that Peter sort of understood.

It boiled down to one simple fact. The US government had tried, legally of course, to seize every means of producing powered. The two main manufacturers of powered, AIM and Stark Solutions had said no.

Tony had laughed at them. The Defence Production Act had been changed, and Iron Man suits were included. They even tried to apply the act to the alloy Tony used. He had let them. Iron Man was more than just a suit. It was an Operating System and several key designs the US government couldn't touch.

It was the same strategy used by Peter and suggested to Tony by Pepper. AIM, and all the companies under its umbrella, were owned by Wakanda. Tony moved his main plant out there, in exchange for access to the Kree database. The only companies left were Alkali-Transigen. Zander's work piggy-backed on Gwens, and Becks was already under government control. They seized that when he went to prison.

All Gwen, Liv, and Peter had to do was simply unhook several servers and wheel them through a portal. The government was coming. There was no stopping it, but when they arrived, there would be nothing for them to take.

The CLS was patented to Peter, but as part of his program, the designs were in the public domain. Easy-to-print low-cost arms were publically available to anyone with a 3D printer. It was only the surgery to fit the interface that was an issue. But as the surgery needed to be taught, it too was available. Peter was at a loose end as he had no real secrets. Other than his identity.

When the agents arrived to take control, they were not happy. not that Peter cared.

Until now, as he was bored. He had been asked to stay in the US pending a hearing. He had been tempted to decline, but Aunt May had asked him not to be rash, so he stayed.

There was a quiet knock at his door. He smiled as opening it he saw Ororo standing, holding a bottle of wine, and two glasses.

She smiled as he welcomed her in, and as she set the bottle down she sat. “You need to relax Peter, and I hear we owe you a debt of gratitude.” Peter shrugged, there was a lot of that going around. Tony had been throwing endless parties which Peter had been avoiding.

“Yeah, surprised you’re here though. Not helping the survivors?”

Ororo shrugged, “I can only do so much, and with the rebuilding, I was getting in the way. I was, however, more interested in something you could do for me.” Peter raised an eyebrow.

Ororo lifted the bottle, popped its cork and poured out two glasses, “I am at a loose end. I need to do something, and I thought of this. Everyone is so busy with the clean up that you are the only one with any free time.”

Peter snorted as he lifted his glass, "Yeah, free time." He took a sip of the strangely strong liquid. Turning the bottle around he noticed it was actually Asgardian wine. Ororo laughed, “I have a few friends at the Embassy, they got me a bottle.”

“I thought with the attack the embassy was closed?” He asked as he sipped his wine.

“It is, but I got this months ago. I was just waiting for the right moment to drink it, and this seemed perfect.” Ororo put down her glass, “But let's not beat around the bush, Peter. I am also here for something else.” As she slipped a hand down her front the buttons on the front of her dress split open.

“This won't end like last time,” he said bluntly.

Ororo laughed. “Last time was a different time. I want you Peter, and I am going to get what I want.”

Peter paused for a second before advancing on her. This wasn't the first time, and Ororo had spectated but never joined when he and Shuri had made love. Shuri had bluntly asked, and he was sure they had been having sex. Shuri could be pushy when she wanted something,

As he pulled Ororo towards him and his lips found the nape of her neck, he gently kissed it, “Are you sure?”

She laughed and spun him around, pushed him down and lifted her dress, showing the lack of underwear. “I came here to get one thing from you Peter, and I do not see it anywhere.” As she looked down his pants split and his erection sprung free. Laughing Ororo knelt over him and slowly slid him inside of herself. As she moaned she took his hair and pushed his face into her chest. He gladly sucked and flicked at her nipples with his tongue. As she pistoned herself up and down she tightened around him as the first of her orgasms came. As her walls contracted around him, and she moaned gutturally, she felt him flood her with his seed.

“So soon?” She looked up, teasing him, "And I thought you had super stamina."

“Uh, they uh, like it when I do it at the same time they cum, but I can go, a lot, yeah, as much as you want.” She raised an eyebrow as she realised that while she was now filled with cum, he wasn't softening inside her. In fact, he felt harder.

Ororo laughed, “Then more.” She slid him all the way into her and began to rock her hips back and forward, pushing his face back into her chest. She didn’t contain her moans as his tongue and teeth found her nipples. She angled herself as his hands found her ass, and he squeezed and played his fingers up her spine. She came once again as he flicked his tongue over both her nipples at once, pushing them together. She bit her bottom lip and leant her head against his.

“Now, From behind, and hard, but do not put your fingers where they should not go, or I will get mad.” As she stalked over to the bed, Peter watched her wiggle her firm muscular ass at him, spreading her legs once more.

Walking over, he spanked her, and she giggled and leaned forward. “I am not joking though. My rear is off-limits, no matter what you desire.” He nodded and thrust into her slippery wet pussy. She gripped the bed sheets and pushed back against him, feeling him all inside her. He was magnificent, and if things were different she would have made him her king. But she was here for another reason, and she matched his ferocity and thrust back against him. “Oh fuck me, cum again, fill me, fill me.” Peter obliged, letting his orgasm boil over and the cum spurt from him, filling her once more. As her legs twitched she pulled forward and rolled over, watching the small amount of seed drip from the tip.

“I do not like to taste myself.” Spying a box of tissues, she handed him one. Peter shrugged and his symbskin rippled and deposited the cum in a neat ball for disposal.

Oror laughed, "That is very handy. But, are you spent, or are we continuing?"

Grinning, Peter nodded his head, “One side effect is almost limitless stamina, so, can you?”

While she did draw in a breath, she slowly nodded.

An hour later, covered in sweat and panting heavily Ororo lay on her back. He had been voracious. He had taken her mouth, pussy, and even stroked himself between her breasts. She was sore, sticky, and filled with his essence. It was the minor ache between her legs letting her know she had finally had enough. He had been right, and he was insatiable. Even as she panted and screamed his name he was as gentle or as forceful as she wanted. Nobody had used her like that, and never had she been so fulfilled. She wanted to groan as she saw him clean himself once more but was still rock-hard.

“Now, I am tired. I need to take a break?” She asked as she grabbed the bedsheet and pulled it over her.

He nodded and lay next to her, enjoying the soothing rhythmic feeling of her hand brushing over his chest. Back and forth, almost hypnotically, and soon he fell asleep.

It's not here, she silently swore to herself. Oh well, I need a new plan, she thought and stood, stretching. At least the sex was good, a small smirk crossed her face, yes it had been very good, and very convenient.

Grabbing her dress, Ororo slid it back on and smiled as she closed the door to Peter's home.

He had thoughts of handing the Stone to those robots, but she knew the Mind Stone was on Earth. The Power Stone told her, it was here. Right here in fact. She just couldn't pinpoint it. Peter's warehouse was shielded, physically, electronically, and, worse still, magically. Its own reactor and his immense power were masking the power of the Stone.

She smiled as she walked down the steps leading to the door. Now, if I was a little rock, where would I hide? But she froze as the door to the warehouse opened and in walked more of Peter's little group.

It had grown once more, and as Ororo adjusted the straps to her dress the blonde one. Glyn or whatever her name was stared at her and grinned.

“Did you have fun?”

Ororo nodded, “he is very proficient, and not at all lacking.” 

The woman nodded, “And if you want more, you can call.” She took out a card, and as Ororo touched it, there was a spark between the pair, and her glamour failed.

Gwen stared as Ororo shimmered and the raven-haired Loki stood. She smiled and shrugged. Inside she was cursing her misfortune, She is a sorceress, damn her.

“Now Now, let’s be quiet shall we,“ Loki said with a smile and vanished. She summoned a dagger, and reappeared behind Gwen, holding its edge to her throat. “I have a request, and I will allow you to live if you grant it.” Gwen had hold of Loki’s wrist but would be unable to stop the stronger woman from slitting her throat if she so wished.

The green from the Time Stone flashed, Loki was now several months fatter than before. “Peter does so love to finish inside, and so unencumbered by protection. So, you will turn around, and say nothing. I was not here, we did not see each other.” As Loki took her hand back she shimmered once more and the bump and her pale skin were both gone

Ororo leaned forward, “And if you value the babe, you will bring me the Mind Stone. I am sure Peter would willingly give it up for his child.”

Ororo pushed past Gwen. Once she was out into the street and past the wards, she summoned a portal and returned to Asgard.

Gwen stood in shock in the doorway. Taking several breaths she saw Peter standing on his balcony, and as he waved, she waved back. He must have missed the show.

Gwen was torn. If she told Peter, he would happily give the Stone up, and with it grant Loki's wish. But if she didn't tell him, she could lose his trust and his love.

This wasn't something she could deal with on her own. She grabbed her phone and called a meeting. This needed to be done away from Peter, and away from anyone who could read her mind without permission. Without a word, she rushed out into the street and grabbed a cab back into New York.

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This was not the first attempt to get the Mind Stone, and Loki was becoming impatient. Each time she had failed, each time Peter or one of his stupid women interfered.

She tried to open a portal into the warehouse but found there were now wards around the building. As she tried to close it, it destabilised and the explosion threw her across the throne room.

Green flashed and time rewound.

She approached from the other side of the building and found a locked door. She tutted and pushed it open using brute strength. A screeching alarm sounded and an armoured Peter swung down from his home, ready to do battle.

Green flashed and time rewound.

She managed to find a spare key. It amused her that a universal truth was a spare key was always hidden nearby, even on Earth. It was more likely Thor was just an idiot who picked up bad habits. Either way, she was inside.

Peter had opened his door to see who had come home, and Loki cast a glamour on herself. He frowned as he saw the door open but no one entered. Lifting an arm, she wondered what he was doing and felt the impact as a sticky ball of webbing impacted against her.

He could see her!

Of all the idiotic powers to have, super senses were the worst. She would have to come up with a new plan.

Green flashed and time rewound.

She couldn't use magic, because of the wards. She couldn't use a glamour, as Peter could sense her. She would have to use her other skills. Deception and trickery were at the core of Loki, and she grinned as she made her way back to Asgard.

She needed the form of someone trusting but distant. She remembered the disgusting flirting going on with that tall white-haired Amazon. Mimicking her form Loki simply buzzed, invited herself in and seduced him. It wasn't too difficult to get him into bed, as his brain seemed firmly rooted in his groin. It was after that proved difficult.

He had pounded her mercilessly, much harder than she had expected. She had gotten on all fours, expecting him to pierce her from behind. She would not admit, but he was skilled and for a moment she forgot her mission. It was ruined though, as he slid into her sensitive rear, and in shock, her glamour had abruptly ended. She summoned a dagger, only to have him bat it from her hand. He was stronger and faster than even her.

Green flashed and time rewound.

Loki felt him cum inside her and as his eyes closed and he raised his hips she flashed the blade across his throat. “Tell me where the Mind Stone is and I’ll save you,” she whispered. He just stared at her as the wound closed, and two symbskin tendrils darted out and pierced her side.

Green flashed and time rewound.

Loki felt him cum inside her, and as he raised his hips, she stabbed down with a dagger, piercing him through the heart. But rather than a bloody corpse, two symbskin tendrils...

Green flashed and time rewound.

As he was about to cum, Loki transformed back to her true form, “I,” but two symbskin tendrils...

Green flashed and time rewound.

Damn him! Was she not good enough that she needed to resort to this level of trickery?

As she stood in the throne room she dusted off a bottle from her father's collection. It was over a thousand years old and was rumoured to have mystical properties. Supposedly any mortal drinking it would fall into a deep slumber. It wasn't a myth though. The Asgardian herbs used to brew it had properties to allow Odin to reach deep Odinsleep. Peter, even with his powers, would have no chance.

Green flashed and time rewound.